I had to go through grief and mourning alone, and be strong enough to care for my little children. No one called. No one came with food. No one came to comfort me when I sobbed and howled on the floor like a wounded animal because my heart was broken, and in utter despair. I was alone like you, and I know it’s bloody awful. Not only are you grieving, but you have been abandoned by those who are supposed to care for you at times like this.
I’m so sorry you go through this too. If it’s any consolation, I’m still here 40-years later, and I’ve gone through many other trials since then until I broke. Even when I broke, I had to part heal myself because I’m still not fully healed after all the Sh/t I’ve endured throughout my life. I sincerely hope things turn around for you.
Better alone with your dignity than succumb to those who only make things worse. It’s hard. It’s lonely, but you do endure, and you can hold your head up high. {hugs}
